Stand in place.
Reach your arms up into space.
Draw an opening into the sky with your fingertips,
and watch as the remnants fall like mud to the ground.
Out of that opening flies a giant black bird with trial on its back.
Its body falls piece by piece on this place like divided plaque,
dragging its oppression beyond the scope of vision.
Your hands drop frantically below your waist.
The opening in the sky is no longer in sight.
Searching for the stolen bird becomes an adventure.
Sinking bird on a wooden block in a puddle of shallow water,
its bare body is green and black with wet matted feathers.
It looks toward you nearly glaring with its deep orange eyes,
closes its eyes- red eyelids.
The bird’s torrid body turns to ash and blows away with the wind.
The ash blew away much like the winter blows away the fall leaves.
There is no sign of the bird, not even the memory of it in this place.
You reach out to a forgotten and haunted figure,
and little by little you find strength in such a place.